My Sister is Fuji

Xiaohui bit her lip, her eyes were astringent, and her mind seemed to be their disgusting faces.Their whole bodies seemed to be full of mouths, chattering viciously.

Su Mu wanted to stand up and speak for Xiaohui, but Lin Jiayin, who was at the two tables in front of Xiaohui, couldn't listen anymore and had already come out to stop it.

"Enough is enough!" Lin Jiayin stood up and raised her brows angrily.

"Did you tell me!" said a girl who was chewing her tongue.

"Mind your business!" Another girl said.

"A few stinky bastards!" Lin Jiayin scolded directly, "Be careful to cut off your tongues with scissors!"

"Oh, I'm so scared, I'm scared to death, let the scissors cut my tongue." The girl exaggeratedly performed, and laughed with the other girls.

Lin Jiayin was angry and walked towards their position, trying to teach them a lesson, it was really hateful.

However, the arm was caught.

Lin Jiayin paused and looked at Xiao Hui next to her.

Xiaohui raised her head, tears streaming down her face, but a smile on her face: "Thank you."

Lin Jiayin's anger disappeared immediately, and was purified by Xiaohui's warm smile, but she was a little overwhelmed.

Seeing this, the girls shouted: "What's the matter, don't you want to cut my tongue?"

Lin Jiayin's brows wrinkled, these people without tutors whispered to Xiaohui, "Do you want me to teach them a lesson?"

Xiaohui shook her head with a smile, Lin Jiayin hesitated, glanced at them proudly, and finally endured and returned to her position.

"What the hell are you arrogant about!" The girls were even more proud and chattering more unscrupulously.

After a while, it suddenly became quiet.

——Everyone has encountered this situation, and the noisy classroom was instantly quiet.

There are two explanations. One is that people speak frequently, and it is impossible to keep speaking. They bump into each other when they are not speaking.

The other is crowd psychology, which may not be noticed by everyone, but is actually controlled by some subtle actions.

For example, the back table is the first to see the teacher.He will be afraid, stop talking and moving, the front table can't hear the sound of the back table, the first reaction is that the teacher is coming, and he will be quiet and pass this information to others, just like dominoes, pass this layer by layer. information.

This is only superficial, understandable information, or it may be a transmission method that is hidden deeper and even oneself does not know, such as ants communicate with their horns, and dolphins make different calls.

The classmates were quiet because they were afraid of the teacher.If the teacher didn't come, what would it be? It filled people with an inexplicable sense of fear.

The girls who were babbling on the tongue were panicked for no reason, the class was instantly quiet, and the depression was terrifying.

For a moment he thought he was dumb, and for a moment he thought he was deaf.No way to speak, no way to hear.

When the class was quiet, Tyu Ming entered the class from behind.

If it is a normal person, facing a class that has always been noisy and suddenly quiet, it will be a little panic, standing at the door to see if there is a leader or teacher.

Qiu Ming ignored it and came in.

If Qiu Ming in the morning had heavy bags under the eyes, a haze on his face, and a frenzy whose vitality had been drained from his eyes, then the current Qiu Ming should be a strange puzzle.

Puzzles are a very scary thing, especially if the patterns on the puzzles are people or familiar objects, it is creepy to look at the merged lines connecting each quick puzzle.

The current Qiu Ming seems to be a jigsaw puzzle. The above is the merging line connecting each piece of the puzzle. If one piece is removed, or if you shake it hard, just thinking about it will make your scalp tingle.

Qiu Ming sat silently beside Su Mu, didn't say a word, and kept quiet until class.

The first class was art class, and the art teacher was taken aback when he came to the class.

Every classmate looked at the teacher with a lifeless expression, and that look made one's heart skip a beat.

The art teacher swallowed and started the class: "This class starts to draw. Use 'love and smile' to draw a picture, the subject matter is not limited." Sitting on the chair on the podium.

When I heard that I wanted to draw, everyone took out the drawing paper they had prepared from their schoolbags.

When Qiu Ming heard the painting, he took out a piece of paper from his schoolbag.It is a bust of a woman, with only the outline of the lines, not yet finished.

Su Mu knew what he painted - Fu Jiang.

After nearly ten minutes, the art teacher watched from table to table, pointing out everyone's paintings.When he came to Qiuming, he was very interested to see what Qiuming painted.Qiu Ming's painting is very good, and the art teacher thinks that he has great potential.

What Qiu Ming painted was a bust of a strange woman. This woman was very beautiful, and her eyes were obviously coquettish, especially the teary mole under the corner of her eye, which made the art teacher couldn't help but stare blankly, and picked up Qiu Ming's painting blankly.

Tyu Ming did not resist and let the art teacher pick it up.

"Who is this woman?" The art teacher touched the cheek of the woman in the painting obsessively.

The students in the front turned their heads, and the students at the back table walked unscrupulously behind the art teacher.Because art is not an important subject, and the teacher has a good temper, so he walks around casually.

"Okay, so beautiful." The classmates at the back were stunned and reached out to touch, but the art teacher snapped them off angrily and glared at the classmates.

Taking this opportunity, the painting was taken away by the person in front.

"You!" The art teacher was about to get angry and wanted to get the painting back, but was grabbed by the classmate who had just slapped him.

The eyes of the classmates are terrible, and the face is so hazy.

The painting was being held in the hands of a boy obsessively. Someone wanted to take it away, but he refused, and the painting was torn in half.

This rhythm is like a lit powder keg, everyone rushes to the painting, tearing the painting into small pieces, heralding the fate of its owner.

Someone seemed to return to normal, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it on the ground!